Tree

all around me
the snarling blasts
are raging to reach me
preying upon my leaves
and upon my verdure
oh how soon
would my boughs be stripped
and their beauty lie drooping
their bleak stare an emblem
of sorrow my fruits trodden
into the ground rotten before
they could ripen to fulness
if you were not with me
but here you are my sun my moon
oh shine then and fill my heart
that my buds may burst into bloom
let your breeze of healing caress me
and my fruit will ripen with singing
come quickly and kiss these leaves
that are trembling with longing
oh reach out to these branches
groaning for your embrace
you -my- joy
and -my- all
are the supreme
gardener
take
this
tree
make
your
dove
call
your
rain
fall
your
fire
flow
your
love
grow
let me
ever be
rooted in
t -h- e- e
t -h- e- e
t -h- e -e

5th June 1994